It’s the only month of the year with the least day, yet it’s the most hectic month of the year oooiiiii..!!! to my dismay, the month has nearly come to its end...yawn* haha a week more to go
In a car with 5 peoples, 1 me and the others, my kapla otak went wild…
Ju : (got an sms) OMG! My friend got proposed!! Other 4 : wow cool great etc.
2 sec later…
Oneechan : I got proposed as well^^ Other 4 : ..hahaha! Congrates!....lol
..another 2 sec
Girl : …ha..aha…….. –ey serious? ^^’ Oneechan : …..of courselah!!^^ ..he proposed me this morning
Other 4 : …..eyh!? !!!WOOOAHH..!! AMmAK!!!!O.o!
Scores of questions came out. When, Who and the supreme Q, HOW!!?? Bashfully she answered this and that …flabbergasted, amused, envied, happied(ade ke?) and glad Ya Rabbi..!!!Syoknye!!!(>0<)
I assume her as an idol sister ever since the 1st time we met. Salute her refined attitude and graceful style, displaying an absolute Muslimah; frankly she’s an S-level; and that lucky lad in the same league is one of the blessed soul by God. Immensely pleased by her announcement. Naughty me coz I like to flirt and kacau her^^ - play-play only, jgn mara naa…ampun to both I bet that her masjid will last till the end of life. Go Girl! (bodek pengapit)
my frenz n I joined the INTEC Charity Run last sunday...keep readin!
What was I thinking…? Long distance running is so not me Yet Run run run run run Walk walk walk walk Pant pant pant pant Ayaq ayaq ayaq ayaq!
Lucky I’m still roh and jasad Aiden won as expected…(…n pay for his daring words of ‘dinner’s on me if I win!’^^) Cherry won 3rd thanks to her gusto, childish run Prizes? A cool mug, and a RM5 boucher from a doubtful sponsor………MC’D?
Ok lah, for the sake of those unfortunate children in Palestine… Maybe that the least I could do Let’s go for more
Iceblended Haunted house…(haunted KEEERR!!!??) Goreng Pisang KUNYIT! (…..aku nk type kuning sebenarnye…tp how come..?)
Great God These were the least I could do Forgive us for not doing more
My bosom friends treated us a night at a hotel; and that night we were jaunting around KL till like it’s already 2am. Nights in KL aren’t like I imagine as the Big Apple’s though… mostly went with..
Resting people Empty roads No one’s watching Howling dogs Quiet city Dim, yellow streetlights Wandering homeless Fainted drinkers Cold, draughty night ...
PERFECT!!
Ape lagi!!? We sang our old school’s song and dance like a freakin idiot; screaming crazily to the still traffic lights, kicking cans and bottles all over the place, mimicking yamakazi-like movie stunts…and even did a dikir barat in the middle of the road. Cam org baghal^^’
Consequences? A yell from a homeless – immensely tired body – sore throats…etc..
How are you doing? I heard you’re having a rough time these hectic days. Assignments galore, clashing friends, financial crisis, virused laptop and bunches more. Thanks for baring living with me for the past 18 years+. I know it had been harsh for you. We shouldn’t put the blame on our late grandma, who gave us the name ‘Sabri’ which means ‘My patience’; or even our Queen, that had taught me to look after you. It's our fate.
I’d lost you once if you can recall back in our secondary school; I couldn’t control myself back then, and you emerged, the day stepped on our best friend’s head viciously; he was screaming in fear and you were laughing back then! It’s the day I couldn’t grip you well enough. I’m terribly sorry that you are tormented, struggling to pop out to greet some of my fellow mates out here…but you can’t, not yet, and sorry to say but I even hope that you won’t. It’s too dangerous out here, maybe not to you of course, but to the people out here…maybe even to me.
A.E. dear, I do have a confession to make – people really wanted to see you; they urge me like hell, but I don’t think that they don’t know that you even exist. But cross my heart, I’ll let you out each time we’re together, alone. I’ll let you listen to some new songs I’d downloaded to ease your broken heart. We can even have a long, warm shower together; or maybe a little bit of tears will cool you down.(..on 2nd thought, you can't cry,can you?)
Some thoughtful friends of mine said that I couldn’t live without you. Some even said that I couldn’t face the ‘real world’ if I’m the one who control you. I have to agree on that. But at the same time I don’t want to. It’s because I have a life of my own. I have my own style, my own way of doing things. I can do this.
I think I have to stop here…Thank you for everything that you’ve done for me, and I hope you forgive me, forgive me for keeping you out of anyone’s sight for many times, for the misery you’ve to face each time I’m having difficulties, and of course, for living with me. Please stay, please wait, and please Alter Ego...
Pet Society is a cute game in facebook.com Don't really know what the aim of this game..maybe to show off what we've had bought for our pets..? But overall, its cute(^.^) I have this cat name Shora..cool enough as my mom doesn't let me to keep 1
Bila yang tertulis untukku Adalah yang terbaik untukmu Kan kujadikan kau kenangan Yang terindah dalam hidupku Namun takkan mudah bagiku Meninggalkan jejak hidupku Yang telah terukir abadi Sebagai kenangan yang terindah
Bila yang tertulis untukku Adalah yang terbaik untukmu Kan kujadikan kau kenangan Yang terindah dalam hidupku Namun takkan mudah bagiku Meninggalkan jejak hidupku Yang telah terukir abadi Sebagai kenangan yang terindah
God, Thanks for everything
But
I couldn't thank you enough Why..?Forgive me will You?
P/s : This song is dedicated to those who listen, who understand, who care, and maybe who love
1. What is the relationship of you and him/her?
Pajid > A suspicious, weird, cute friend 21Anis > A comey, chan-friend aka sensei
2. Your impressions towards him/her.
Pajid > mischievous..definitely 21Anis > Shy, quiet, sopan, female version of the ol' me..maybe
3. The most memorable things she had done for you.
Pajid > ... 1st cmnt in my blog flabbergasted me a lot(-.-)' 21Anis > Dancing Mawi&Marsha dance with me during Literature class...chewaaah^^
5. If she become your lover, you will..
Pajid > I'll be hated by all men in the world 21Anis > I'll brag to every1, even through my blog, friendster, ym etc.
6. If she becomes your enemy, you will...
Pajid > I'll challenge her for an UNO game, beat her, laugh out loud and celebrate by eating a Cornetto in front of her^^lalala.. 21Anis > Hope not..or else I'll just propose her to solve the problem
7. If she becomes your lover, she has to improve on her
Pajid > ...mmm...attire kot? like to see you in tudung labuh skaliskala..jgn mara.. 21Anis >.....dunno...she's cool enough
8. If he become your enemy, the reason is...
Pajid > die jelez sma aku!! 21Anis > I flirt with sum1 else other than u?lalala...
9. The most desirable thing to do on him/her
Pajid > Counter kacau2 die! 21Anis > Play NFS game with her..haha..jgn celen ini Sultan NFS!
10. The overall impression of her...
Pajid >hah! gile! die yg short crcuit kot..mybe kjam a bit coz she doesnt like a hppy ending stry..i couldnt dffrntiate her cntct n spectcle version 21Anis > Nice, sopan girl..I was overwhelmed by the way she slurp her mee bandung..so smooth woo!! but couldnt imagine if she's mad..God bless if she bcme my w*fe^_^
Great God I know these two..they're great friends to have
On 1 rainy night, Qarish went online and browse to a website to chat, after a long, boisterous chat with some foreigners, oversea students, he noticed a name, ‘Help Us’. Just curious, he clicked the name and a chatbox window appeared. He greeted Help Us. ‘Hi there’, he said. ‘Hi’ Help Us replied. ‘I’ll help you’ Qarish said with a smiley. ‘Thanks, I’m Farah by the way. I’m 17’, Help Us introduced herself. ‘I see, so you’re a girl. I’m Qarish, an 18 year old student and I’m from Malaysia. Where are you from anyway and how can help you? Qarish hesitantly asked as he likes to know people. Farah then replied, ‘Oh so you’re from Malaysia, the one that aided us last week!’ Qarish was surprised. ‘Actually I’m from Palestine, and we are in the middle of war here, and your country is one of the countries around the world that help the victims here’ she added. Qarish was speechless; he is chatting with a girl that is facing with bombarded buildings and crying people around. He didn’t know what to type. Farah continued, ‘I know this sound persuasive, but you’re the only person who can accompany me right now. I’m afraid…can u please?’Qarish inhaled slowly, and then he started to ask what happened, and they had a good chat that night. Farah is hiding in her house. Her parents are injured and treated at the hospital at the moment. They got know each others, they even chat about their school lives and others. Farah felt ease a little bit as someone is willing to accompany her. But, out of the blue, Qarish read something, Farah wrote, ‘Qarish I’ve to go now, bye’. Qarish couldn’t even say goodbye.
2nd Night
‘I’m sorry I left in a rush yesterday’, Farah wrote. Qarish felt relieved, and glad, he asked, ‘What happened?’ ‘I heard gunshots last night; I’ve to hide. Sorry.’ Farah said. Qarish was immensely surprised, and worried as well, as if the incident happened to someone he cares a lot. He asked if Farah is okay and fortunately she’s fine. They chat again that night. Farah told him the misery the Palestinians are facing, gunshots are everywhere; crying is a norm, blood, debris and bombarded vehicles are all over the place. Qarish’s tears fell that night in front of his computer, thinking about the people suffering out there while he and peoples around him are living in comfort, Farah didn’t know he was crying. And again, all of a sudden, Farah wrote, ‘Qarish, there are explosions outside; I think it’s the tank. Wish us safe here. Please pray for our safety, bye’.
This time, Qarish went numb, he cried. ‘Wait! Don’t leave!’ There was no answer. On the keyboard, he cried. Tears fell vast on his cheeks. That night, he prayed all night and wish Farah, her family and all Palestinians are safe.
3rd Night
‘I’m glad you’re okay’ Qarish typed. Farah is still online. ‘I’m okay’ Farah said. ‘But my uncle and cousins died, they got heavily wounded because of the rockets last night. I’m scared!’ Farah added. From her words, he knows that she’s crying. ‘Your parents?’ Qarish asked. ‘They’re still okay. The hospital is unharmed. I’m visiting them everyday. I’m still hiding in my house right now.’ She type in smiling tears. There was a long pause then. Qarish asked a question, ‘Do you have a webcam?’. Farah said she does, and eventually turn it on along with the microphone. And there they saw each other. Farah is wearing a scarf; she’s in her room. It’s a small, tidy room, but cracked wall and a broken window spoilt the view. But Qarish is more fascinated to her looks. She’s very pretty, and her beautiful eyes are watery, as wet as her cute cheeks. She had some scratches at her left cheek. ‘Hi!’ they greet and smiled each other. ‘I’ll show you the views outside’. Farah said slowly. She moves her webcam to the window, and that night, Qarish saw the most unpleasant views on his lifetime. Smokes are everywhere, Buildings are crumbling down, and he could see some soldiers and people running everywhere. He even heard screams and gunshots He couldn’t type a word then. Farah type ‘Help us will you? Please do prayers to us, for our safety, for Muslims’ safety? I beg you. We need your prayers.’ she cried. Qarish cried as well, he couldn’t help out a lot but prayers. Just as soon as he reached for the keyboard to reply, He saw someone, he pulled Farah away from the computer, and the connection was lost! Qarish was speechless. He cried, he screamed, he trembled, and he was flabbergasted. ‘Farah!?’
And he cried. He couldn’t contact Farah from that day. But he kept praying for them. He’d decide that he should help out, no matter what.
10 years later..
Farah : BUZZ!
Qarish : !
Farah: Long time no heard from you. hi.
Qarish : FARAH!?YOU’RE OKAY! WHAT HAPPENED LAST 10 YEARS!?WHERE ARE YOU!?
Farah : Sorry I couldn’t contact you, I just bought a new laptop, my house got blown last decade, and the computer got crushed.
Qarish : And you!?
Farah: Wounded. I lost my left arm. But I survived though, a neighbor saved me. Sorry I’m quite slow at typing now since I’m using only one hand;p
Qarish: Where are you right now!?
Farah: I’m at a refugee camp called Bayt Jibrin. I’m a helping outJ
Qarish : Fate
Farah: Sorry?
Qarish: Because I’m seeing someone
Farah : Wait! Where are you!?
Qarish: ….So you’re a one handed girl with a laptop in black at the Bayt Jibrin camp huh?
Farah: Don’t tell me..how’d you know I’m wearing black?
Qarish : Tell me something Farah, If the girl I’m watching right now is you..
Farah: !
Qarish: will you marry me?
Qarish and Farah met each other. He had become a doctor there, not only to find Farah, but to save lives..and they got married. God bless
Inspired from a true scenario on 2006. Al Fatihah to those who deceased in Palestine. Help
We shared our money and bought UNO cards last weekend, made a tournament, losers watch, winner keeps it
Of course I grinned back then! Not to brag, coz when every time when it comes to card games, most of the billionaire’s luck in the world are on me!
But things went different when there’s Cherry among the players; initially she drew and holds scores of cards, the next thing you knew she’d already said ‘UNO’, and the next 3 to 4 rounds its ‘UNO game!’ – and she did it while lying ebulliently with her wicked smile! A sage rival of UNO I presume..
Its official then, luck couldn’t go well against intelligence (but we do! ^^) …we met at final and she got me! She won T.T…and I learned a lot from her(kekeke..how to play jaat that is))
That’s it, I hereby declare that I’m an UNO addict!
UNO!
UNO END OF POST!
P/s : whoever read this, JOM, MAIN! ^_^ It’s a dare…from the UNO LUCK KING!hahahaha99x
We slept at a friend's abode 1 night, and bought some pirated movies to watch. Of them are- Beverly Hill's Cihuahua-OngBak2-Chronicles of Narnia Prince Caspian...blabla...and the most unforgettable movie, SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE..
YA RABBI..!!!!!SYOKNYE CITE NI!! TOUCHING KAW2!!
Okay okay dont get me wrong, Its NOT a banal hindustan movie where you watch people dancing and singing boisterously each 20 minutes and scores of 'DUSH,DEBIK,GEDEBAK!' fighting scenes..Its actually a true display of slumdogs, or vagrants, and to be more precise - vagrants in India
The story is about a lad named Jamal, who is participating in the ' WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE' quiz. The main reason for him to take part is to wins the heart of a childhood friend, Latika...and what touches the most is that when he manage to answer all of the question, just because of a great destiny, where all the questions are parts and parcel of his memorable days living as a slumdog with his one and only brother and Latika - better known as The Three Musketeers.
The story not only emphasize on the relationship between the brothers, Salim and Jamal, - or the love story between Jamal and Latika, but entirely its about the harsh, pitiful livestyle of a poor vagrant
okay, imagine this- >sharing books to study >mom's killed in a revot >have to live amongst trashes just to find isable things to sell >forcely have to work for the kidsmonger as beggars in the streets of India >stealing >have to sell goods and foods in the train >or even have to sleep,ON TOP OF a MOVING train >having yor eyes BLINDED by acid
AND HELL GALORE MORE..!! .....ey wait till you read, THEY ARE DOING ALL THESE CRA* AT THE AGE OF 10-12yrs old!!
pitiful..and unimaginable Be grateful to God as our livestyles are good enough compared to those who live amongst slum out there..
P/s : If sum1 reading had watched it,please leave comments..AND FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T WATCH!!,GO SEARCH THIS MOVIE LAH!!!I LIKE..!!!
more at,http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slumdog_Millionaire
2.Reading:crying and smiling alone is the best drug to make people say: "eh, itu olang a gila apa?senyum2,nangis2 solang-solang!chi sheng!!"
3. EATING: I'm polluting my body with wonderful food in the world a.k.a very2 unhealthy food.Yum-yum! hungry ghost grin!
4. cooking: when you love eating, you must love cooking; its a combo.
5. singing: they said i have the voice.Daa!! hehehe....i just love to sing.nothing special about it.
6.observe: i'm an avid observant: i like to see what people are doing or talking. its very2 interesting though.
7.Usrah:( don't get me wrong here k!i'm not pious!) its just something that i look forward to nowadays: be it face to face or online; just love it: talking about matters pertaining to our religion in a very relax way~lepak way!coolie!
